I bought a sweater off the shelf today.
To most people this is normal, a “yeah, whatever, par for the course.” For me, this is what we call a Non-Scale Victory.
I have been working my ass off, trying to find a plan that works for me, a fitness routine I can keep, a reason to keep going.
2020, the Year of the Pandemic, didn’t help with any of that.
In March, as things were changing and getting more serious, I thought for sure we would all be back to normal in a couple weeks. I think many of us thought that. What I didn’t know, is that my “normal” was broken and not working right anymore.
I was eating well-ish. I was working out-ish. I was getting enough sleep-ish. I was managing stress-ish.
That’s a whole lot of “almost hitting the mark” and the farther I got away from true center, the more stagnant I got.
Enter March 13th, 2020.
The day started pretty normal- I went to the gym and sort of pushed myself (Hey attendance counts for something, right?) and did my final “weigh-out” for the challenge we just finished. My results were “meh” at best. And I knew it. Then, I went in to work and got an email that we should pack up the things we needed to work from home for a bit, and left.
I didn’t know how much my life would change, just how much it could pivot, over the next 8 months. I also didn’t realize at the time that it was just what I needed.
Over the summer, as life essentially shut down, I took my livelihood into my own hands.
- My diet and exercise, all on me. I had to commit or drown.
- My sleep management, all me. I had to rest or I would pay for it.
- My stress level, all mine. I had to find a way out, or I would get crushed.
All of this to say, I put some things into motion that gave me back my life. I refocused on a sustainable, delicious, eating plan that worked for me. I committed to workouts I loved (bike rides, rucks, and when OTF reopened I took a little later class {sorry 5am crew}). By not being in the earliest class of the day, I gave myself extra blocks of sleeping time. I took baths. I went hiking. I accepted a new job that brings me joy. I put ME front and center.
This list contains a whole lot of actions that I would have told you before were “selfish” but I came to the realization that no one was choosing my best for me. It was my job. And no one was going to want it more that I was. Also, as reports about the virus came out, I knew my baseline health was paramount.
The choices I made in those 8 months are paying off, but I have not arrived. In fact, I have been where I am now before. Robin from 8 years ago is looking at me saying “oh thank goodness you’re back. Now, can we please stay?” The difference between then and now is what led me to that clothing rack, still in the middle of the pandemic, unable to try things on, buying an article of clothing without being worried about how it will fit.
I have confidence again.
I feel good about how I feel. I feel strong, and valuable. I know that I am headed in the right direction AND that I am in control of myself. I cannot control the things around me, but in my little sphere of influence I’m The Boss.
And you don’t mess with The Boss.